Apples to Apples

Enjoying a night time "apple" -- aka, plum

Okay--it's obvious to most that Max favors the Loveless gene pool. He looks like his Daddy, except for those BLUE eyes. Those are mine. But there is no mistaking a few characteristics that are distinctly from his Momma--one of those being his love for fruit. You might remember a certain craving of mine a few months back--Costco nectarines. Apparently my love for all things citrus has found it's way to Max's taste buds. First it was apples. He loved them but couldn't really chew them very well, so the nectarines were a viable substitute. Sadly, the season for them passed but not to fear--Momma dear found that Costco was now carrying purple plums. Again, Max seemed satisfied. Now that those are out of season, we've gone back to the Granny Smith and he has since gotten his eye teeth and all is well. To Max--they are all apples. Really, he calls them all "apples". In fact, most of the time he just helps himself to the fridge and finds one himself. He usually wants an apple right before bed as well. On Halloween, after a few pieces of candy, he asked for an apple. Isn't it strange how such an affinity for fruit can bring a parent such joy and pride? I recall feeling the same way when we discovered that he loved steamed broccoli. It makes me feel like I'm doing my part to end society's health crisis. Now, if I just wanted fruit over Halloween candy....

PJ's, apples, and a smile